Chapter 197 Dark Sacrifice II

After a few breaths, a string of dense footsteps came from outside the pub, and then the door of the tavern was pushed open.

"Are you finally willing to come?" As soon as he entered the door, Ling Hao's questioning made Amblen tremble all over.

"Because there are many instruments needed for the ceremony, the preparation time is slightly longer. I hope you can calm your anger." Ambulun hurriedly explained the reason why he was late.

"It took so long, you must have made enough preparations. I hope there won't be any mistakes then. Otherwise, you will know what life is better than death. Ling Hao said coldly.

"Yes! Yes! I will do my best. Now..." Anglen always has a sense of oppression in front of Ling Hao, for fear that he will suddenly change his mind and kill himself. What he wants most now is to help Han Yue preside over the ceremony as soon as possible, and then leave Ling Hao, the killer, far away.

"Old man, take him up." Ling Hao turned around and said to the pub owner.

"Please follow me." The owner of the pub took Angren to the second floor and came to the room at the bottom of the corridor.

"Wo! Buff! "Oh!" The boss tapped on the door and said, "Little girl, I have brought someone."

With a squeak, the door opened from the inside, and the cold moon poked her head out of the room.

"Thank you, uncle!" Han Yue's voice was still so cute that Ambulun couldn't help but feel ** in his heart.

"Please come in." Han Yue turned around and walked into the guest room. Amblen looked at her graceful posture, swallowed her mouth fiercely, and forcibly restrained the fantasy in her heart. Beauty is important, but compared with life, he can still tell which is more important.

"What are you still doing? Why don't you move the things in quickly!" Finding that the two subordinates around him stared at Han Yue's back and swallowed, Amblen scolded that he didn't want to kill him because of the rude behavior of these two bastards.

"There will be nothing wrong with the ceremony." When the two guards were placing the utensils, Han Yue seemed to ask unintentionally.

"Don't worry, there will be no problem for me to preside over the ceremony." Amblen patted his chest and assured. He was confident that he would not make mistakes. He had practiced several times in the city owner's mansion, and he hurried to the tavern until there was no mistake at all.

"What will happen if someone is interrupted in the middle of the ceremony?" Han Yue seemed to lack confidence and asked again.

Angburen can't answer this question either.

"You two go outside the door and guard well. No matter what happens, I won't call you, and you can't let anyone in!" Ambulun ordered his two subordinates to stand guard at the door.

"Peng!" The door closed heavily, leaving only two guards staring at the door.

Don't let anyone in? Just kidding! With the strength of Ling Hao and his party, if you want to enter, can you stop it with both of them?

The guest room prepared by the boss for Han Yue is the most spacious one in the tavern. At this moment, the beds, tables and chairs in the room have been piled up in the corner of the room. There was a space in the middle of the house, and Ambulun put the prepared utensils in place one by one.

Ambulun arranged the simple altar for the ceremony in an orderly manner, and a strange color flashed in Han Yue's eyes. I didn't expect that Amblen was so familiar with the ritual of dark sacrifice. Although he was a little unfamiliar in the process of arranging the altar, there was no error in the procedure and position of the utensils used in the ceremony, which surprised Han Yue.

Obviously, the person familiar with the dark sacrificial ceremony is not Amblen. Han Yue believes in her own judgment, and Amblen's previous performance shows that he knows nothing about the dark sacrificial ceremony. And it is such a person who has no understanding of the ceremony that he can learn the ceremony in half a day. Han Yue also had to admire the person who guided him behind Amblen.

"If possible, I really want to see this person. I didn't expect that there would be such a person familiar with ancient rituals in the Dark Holy See now." Han Yue knew that when the dark sacrifice was cancelled, almost all the information had been destroyed. With only some incomplete information, the man can basically restore the dark sacrifice ceremony. It can be imagined that he spent energy on it. For this reason, Han Yue's affection for him increased greatly.

"When rectifying the Holy See in the future, I hope this person can become a helper." Han Yue secretly thought that she needed a spokesperson in the Dark Holy See, who was the most suitable person known so far.

The dark deacon is completely different from those upper levels of the Holy See who have been corrupted by money and power. He believes that the future of the Holy See is worrying. Although he is extremely dissatisfied with the status quo of the Holy See, he is just a small deacon and weak. Even if he wants to change, there is nothing he can do. Depressed, he could only devote all his energy to the study of ancient rituals, hoping to paralyze himself.

While arranging the altar, Amblen secretly observed the cold moon with the afterglow of his eyes from time to time. The strange color in her eyes did not escape Amblen's eyes, and he couldn't help but be proud. This half day's work has not been in vain, and he is now full of confidence in the successful completion of the ceremony.

"Miss, the ceremony is ready." Amblen was busy for half an hour and finally finished arranging the simple altar.

"Oh, let's get started." Han Yue was also very interested, and she also wanted to see how well Amblen knew about the dark sacrifice ceremony.

Light the six candles around the simple altar one by one, symbolizing the official beginning of the ceremony. Amblen went to the middle of the altar and sat down, saying a word in his mouth. At the same time, he matched the spell and scratched his hands in the air.

"Supreme Dark Master, please listen to the prayers of your devout believers..."

The cold moon clearly recognized the content of the incantation that Amblen whispered. Although the spell was very different from the original, she still secretly admired the people behind Amblen. This set of spells was obviously written by himself according to his imagination. If there is only such a set of spells alone, it will naturally not be able to achieve the effect of the original spells, but he cleverly matched a set of spells.

These two sets of systems, which exist alone and are invalid, are combined to have a magical effect. The spell was pronounced for less than ten breaths, and the environment in the guest room changed significantly, and the dark elements gradually filled the whole space out of thin air. As several candles in the corner went out one after another, only the six candles around the altar were left in the whole guest room, and the faint candlelight could illuminate less than two steps.

For a moment, the light in the whole room became extremely dim. Amblen already knew from the dark deacon that there would be all kinds of strange things, but after all, it was the first time he felt the dark and oppressive feeling brought by such a ceremony, and he couldn't help but feel nervous.

He sat in the middle of the altar and couldn't see any other things around the guest altar. Although the fear in his heart is getting heavier and heavier, Amblen can't stop. The dark deacon once specially reminded him that after the ceremony began, he must not stop, otherwise he would not even know what would happen.

However, the only certainty is that the host's end must be extremely miserable, either torn into pieces by the raging dark elements, or being eroded by the spirit by the dark elements and becoming a soulless walking dead. With the special reminder of the dark deacon, Ambulun naturally did not dare to be careless. He presided over the ceremony carefully. At the same time, the ritual steps after the brain * were repeated one by one, for fear of irreparable consequences due to temporary negligence.

When the dark sacrifice ceremony was held, the environment around the altar was formed by simulating the deep underworld pool of the holy land of the demon clan. This environment is of great benefit to everyone who practices dark magic, and for the demon clan, it is more like a fish in water.

Feeling the rich dark elements in the room, the cold moon feels extremely comfortable. She hasn't felt this feeling for nearly a thousand years.

Taking a deep breath, Han Yue has admired the people behind Amblen at this time. He, who has never come into contact with the holy land of the demon clan, can actually simulate the environment so realisticly, which can be said to be an unparalled genius. Although there is still a big gap between the cohesion of dark elements and the requirements of the ceremony, it does not hide the flaws. After all, the original dark sacrifice ceremony is the achievement accumulated by the demon clan for thousands of years. And this person can reach such a level with his personal strength, which is enough to make him famous.

Then, the ceremony has reached the most critical moment. Under the guidance and oppression of countless invisible big hands, the dark elements in the room are gradually absorbed by the magic array depicted under the altar until they completely disappear. The room that had been covered by darkness for half an hour appeared in front of Amblen again.

"Much of the ceremony has been completed, and now it is time to offer sacrifices." Amblen reminded that the sweat on his head kept dripping down like raindrops. At present, the ceremony has come to an end, and he is finally relieved.

He is very curious. He doesn't know what sacrifice the cold moon will offer. If it is...! He began to think about it. In an instant, his physical and mental fatigue seemed to disappear.